How can this be true

How can this be true?
What if it is true?
Is this what "Divine Order" really means?
This video has rocked my reality.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5137581991288263801
watch it.
See for your self.
Is this a self inflicted wound 911?
How can this be true!!!!

I know as a nation we have done some pretty creepy stuff and pulled some cruddy crap but in all honesty I thought I knew that at a core level we were a good people. Now I am not sure of anything.

New Word

Putative: Adj: Regarded as true; Whether it is or not, it is a commonly held belief.

Used in a sentence: Putatively speaking there is but one God.

Dying For Cartoons

Dying For Cartoons?

People are actually dying over editorial Cartoons. Isn’t there any real issues that are worth dying over.
Police State anyone?

Question of the day

Question of the day?
What would you do if you weren’t afraid?

A Good Day For The World

A Good Day For The World
Today Chili elected a woman president, whom three years ago was in prison.
Today Liberia, an African country founded by freed slaves from the US elected a Woman President.

A Good Year

So much of what I am dealing with comes from being a battered child.
Not Fried Mind You.
Just Battered.

Complaint

Complaint
James Wright

She's gone. She was my love, my moon or more.She chased the chickens out and swept the floor,Emptied the bones and nut-shells after feasts,And smacked the kids for leaping up like beasts.Now morbid boys have grown past awkwardness;The girls let stitches out, dress after dress,To free some swinging body's riding spaceAnd form the new child's unimagined face.Yet, while vague nephews, spitting on their curls,Amble to pester winds and blowsy girls,What arm will sweep the room, what hand will holdNew snow against the milk to keep it cold?And who will dump the garbage, feed the hogs,And pitch the chickens' heads to hungry dogs?Not my lost hag who dumbly bore such pain:Childbirth and midnight sassafras and rain.New snow against her face and hands she bore,And now lies down, who was my moon or more.